The Greek's Pregnant Bride

She’d been a revelation.

And now he got to experience and taste her all over again.

But this time there would be no pain. Only pleasure.

Wrapping an arm around her and cradling the back of her head with his other hand, he pulled her flush against him and slanted his mouth over the soft, plump lips he’d spent the past two months dreaming about.

She sighed into him and rested her hands on his shoulders, her nails digging into him as her lips parted to allow his tongue to sweep into her warmth.

He stroked her back, up and down, exploring the silky skin anew, then down her sides to the top of her stockings.

She broke the kiss, nuzzling her mouth against his jaw and down into his neck, her hair tickling him.

‘You taste divine,’ she murmured, the first words she’d uttered since she’d left the bathroom.

compliment made

gently so he could look

she leaned forward to kiss him, deeply, passionately, her hands crawling up to his scalp and holding

on him, enabling

their taste, the way his hands could cup them perfectly, everything about them. Pregnancy had swollen them. He didn’t know if

the only person in the world who knew Alessandra’s

because his child was growing inside her that these small,

head and captured one of those

through his hair, arching her back to thrust her

her, his free hand roaming until he found the clasp of her suspenders. Before he released it he stroked the exposed flesh above the stockings.

the clasp he was shocked to find himself all thumbs, the deftness he’d acquired over the years gone. It

hair again, he kissed her, filling his senses with her sultry, sweet taste,

bottom and leaned forward, using his strength to lay her flat on her back. The movement caused the bed sheet to fall

noting everything, from her short, shallow breaths to the jutting of her erect